Indelible (22 page)

“Really? Then you need to forget about Angie and move on.”

“What the fuck, Perez?” Where did the supportive friend go?

“If you don’t grow some balls, and soon, you don’t stand a chance. It’s best if you let her go now if that’s the case.”

“That’s harsh.”

“It’s the truth. Either do something or get over it. This whole walking-around-in-a-daze thing needs to end.”

“I’m only allowed to be hurt on your timetable, is that it?” Luna bordered on shouting.

Perez put her hands on her hips. “Stop being such an asshole and go see Angie. Beg if you have to, I don’t care. Make her see how much she means to you.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is. Exactly that simple.”

Luna paused. When Perez said it, it sounded so easy. But it wouldn’t be. “I already tried that and it didn’t work.”

“If you love her,
really
love her, then you’ll try harder.” Perez spoke like Luna was a particularly slow learner.

Jean returned with a carrier full of coffee. “Hope I’m not too soon.” She handed a cup to Perez and one to Luna.

Perez smiled at Luna, her eyes soft and encouraging, before turning her attention to Jean. “Just in time, I’d say.”

“Did you make a decision?” Jean smiled like the eternally optimistic salesperson that she was.

“I don’t know.” Perez looked pointedly at Luna. “Did we?”

Luna considered what they’d discussed and wondered how much of Perez’s message was just about Angie and how much had to do with Coraggio as well. She had too much up in the air. She needed to decide about something, even it was just surrendering the decision-making to Perez. After all, this move meant just as much, if not more, to Perez as it did to her.

Luna sipped her coffee and nodded. “Let’s do it.”

*

Angie rubbed her eyes and reread the paragraph for the third time. She inserted her bookmark and considered officially giving up on accounting for the day. The receptionist smiled at her in an I-take-too-much-Zoloft kind of way, and Angie doubted her decision to let Oliver talk to the therapist alone. She genuinely believed he would open up easier if she wasn’t present, but at the same time she didn’t want him emerging from the inner workings of Dunloff, Knopp, and Lee in an overmedicated stupor. Oliver was entitled to the full measure of his emotions—providing he didn’t force them on others—rather than the mellow middle ground that mood-enhancing drugs produced.

She was overreacting, but knowing it didn’t stop her. Oliver was her only child. She was supposed to protect him. With that overactive mama-bear instinct also came some seriously overactive paranoid delusions.

Angie sighed and reopened the book. The practical side of her personality insisted that she use her time in the waiting room wisely. Simply sitting there and imagining the worse wouldn’t do any good. She gave up trying to understand what she was reading and compromised by moving her eyes over the words while allowing her mind to wander. This imperfect compromise was the best she could come up with.

“I’m ready, Mom.” Oliver ran over to Angie, moving on overdrive, like always.

Dr. Knopp followed. “Can I speak to you for a few minutes, Ms. Dressen?” She gestured for Angie to enter her office. “Oliver will be fine here, won’t you, Oliver?”

“Yeah, go ahead, Mom. I’ll be okay.”

Angie smiled at Oliver, not at all sure he would. She followed the doctor through the door.

“Please, have a seat.” Dr. Knopp seated herself behind the desk. Angie was glad. If she’d chosen the traditional therapist chair and client on the couch layout, Angie would have been uncomfortable enough to consider leaving.

Angie waited, but Dr. Knopp didn’t speak again. Was this a cheap parlor trick that therapists used to see how long the other person could go without filling the silence? Angie’s threshold proved to be fairly low. She didn’t feel like dicking around when it came to Oliver’s well-being. “What did you need?”

“I’m not sure what your concerns are with Oliver?” Dr. Knopp raised her eyebrow, inviting Angie to fill in the blanks. This time Angie didn’t. Dr. Knopp continued. “But I can assure you that Oliver is a normal prepubescent boy.”

Angie relented. She needed to know if she should expect a repeat performance or if Oliver’s uncharacteristic display that day had been a one-off. “He got into a fight at school where he held down a smaller boy and drew a tattoo of an angel on his arm.”

“And you want to know if he’ll do anything like that again.”

“Yes.” God, Angie hoped not.

“Of course I can’t predict the future, but I don’t see evidence of a violent nature in Oliver.” Dr. Knopp consulted her notes. “He knows that was wrong and is genuinely remorseful.”

“Well, that’s good, right?” Angie dared to hope.

“It is, yes.”

“Do you think he needs to come back?” Angie held her breath while she waited for the answer.

“Not for that issue, no.” Dr. Knopp left the sentence up in the air, like she had more to say even though she’d technically finished the answer.

“But?” Angie hated what came after
but
. It was never good. She forced herself to breathe.

“He has some issues to work through, just like any other child his age.”

“I’ll think about it.” Angie didn’t want to deny Oliver help if he genuinely needed it, but didn’t want to condemn him to a life of therapy before she’d had a chance to truly drive him to require it. She stood. “If there’s nothing else?”

“That covers it, Ms. Dressen.”

Angie made a hasty retreat before Dr. Knopp could think of another reason to detain her. Strangely, the experience felt reminiscent of being called to the assistant principal’s office. She didn’t slow on her way through the reception area. “Come on, son, time to go.”

Oliver scrambled to catch up. “Can we stop for ice cream on the way home?”

“Why not?” As far as Angie was concerned, a clean bill of mental health was reason to celebrate.

They pulled through the local Dairy Queen on the way home, a vanilla cone for Angie, a chocolate swirl for Oliver.

“Mom…” Oliver caught Angie’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He still wasn’t old enough to sit in the front seat because of the airbag. That was a milestone he was looking forward to and Angie was dreading. It would be one more irrefutable sign that her little boy was growing up.

“Yes, baby?” Angie tensed and waited for Oliver to throw a fit about being too big to be called
baby
. When it didn’t come, she smiled. Could she get away with tousling his hair, too? She’d never find out because she was driving, but the thought made her feel good.

“I miss Luna.” He took a hasty lick of ice cream, catching a potential drip before it could fall. “When is she coming over again?”

Angie’s heart clenched. This was exactly why she hadn’t wanted Luna to get involved with Oliver. She
knew
when he got attached, something would go wrong and she’d be left to protect him from a broken heart. As it was, she wasn’t doing a very good job keeping her own heart safe, so how could she hope to do so for Oliver?

“I know you do, son.” Angie opted for frank, if not all-inclusive, honesty. “So do I.”

“Then make her come see us.”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“You’re the mom. That means you’re in charge.”

“Yes, but I’m not Luna’s mom.” In spite of Angie’s denial, she knew that one word from her and Luna would be over before she could disconnect the phone call. She wasn’t ready. “So that rule doesn’t work with her.”

“Well, that’s dumb.”

“I agree.” Angie turned into the driveway and pushed the button on her garage-door opener. She was halfway in before she realized Luna was sitting on her doorstep.

“Luna!” Oliver yelled, and jumped out of the car before Angie fully stopped.

Angie parked the car and followed Oliver out of the garage to the front porch. She stood back and let Oliver talk to Luna uninterrupted. Luna stood, hands stuffed in her pockets, and smiled at Angie over the top of Oliver’s head. “Hi, Angie.”

“Mom got me ice cream. I didn’t know you’d be here or I would have brought you some. You can have some of mine if you want.” Oliver thrust his melting ice cream into Luna’s face.

“Whoa, easy does it, buddy.” Luna laughed and took an exaggerated bite of Oliver’s ice cream.

“Are you coming in? Grandpa is making pizza tonight. It’s way better than takeout, and I got a new video game. You have to play it with me. Come on.” Oliver tugged Luna’s arm.

“Let me talk to your mom, okay?” Luna’s smile was sad, and Angie wanted to send her after Oliver just so they could play video games together and be happy for a few hours. She didn’t.

“Oliver, go help Grandpa with dinner.” Angie handed her ice cream to Oliver.

“Fine, but you can’t let her leave without coming inside first.” Oliver pouted, then ran inside yelling, “Grandpa, did you know Luna’s here?” The door slammed behind him.

“Luna.” Angie ached to take Luna into her arms. It’d been too long since she’d felt her body against hers. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk.” Luna twisted her hands together.

“Does Jack know you’re here?” Angie couldn’t imagine her father leaving Luna on the front step if he was aware of her presence.

“He does, but I insisted on waiting here. Didn’t want a repeat of Labor Day.”

Angie knew she should invite Luna in. It was the only polite thing to do. But she didn’t feel like being polite when it would cost her emotional ground. She gestured toward the step where Luna had previously been seated. “Want to sit?”

Luna nodded, her face grim, and settled onto the top step. Angie sat next to her. Neither of them spoke for several minutes.

“You haven’t returned my calls.” Luna didn’t look at Angie. “So I came here instead of leaving another message.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Angie could forget why she didn’t want to see Luna if she stayed much longer. “You should go.”

“I had to see you.” Luna remained seated. “Please, Angie, you have to talk to me.”

“No, I don’t.” Angie sounded like a bitch.

“I love you.” Luna said the words like she knew they wouldn’t change Angie’s mind.

“I know.” Words that should mean everything just didn’t suffice.

Luna took Angie’s hand. “I can’t just walk away from you, Angie. I just can’t.”

“Oliver’s been asking about you.” Angie couldn’t see her way clear to trust Luna. Not with her future, with her heart. It would hurt too much if she was wrong. “This is what I was afraid of.”

“Let me come in. I promise I won’t disappoint you.” Luna regarded Angie, her eyes pleading.

“I want to,” Angie whispered, shocked at the admission.

Luna squeezed her hand. “Then do it.”

“It’s not that simple.” Angie closed her eyes and shook her head. “It’s never that simple.”

“Yes, it is. I love you and I think you love me.”

Angie didn’t respond.

“Do you?”

Angie blinked, but the movement didn’t hold back her tears. She wiped them away before Luna could touch her. “I don’t know.”

“I do.” Luna cupped her cheek. “I
know
. I can see it in your eyes.”

Of course Luna could see it. Angie barely had a handle on her emotions. The whole world probably knew. “It’s not enough.” Angie pulled away from Luna’s embrace.

“It can be if you let it.” Luna’s belief that love conquered all was charmingly naïve. Not that Angie had ever been in love, but she was practical enough to know that it had some very serious limitations.

“This isn’t a Broadway musical. This is
my life.
” Angie stood, unable to bear the closeness to Luna any longer. “Love isn’t worth a damn without trust.”

Luna stood and faced her. “Angie, you want me to make impossible promises, to predict the future. I can’t. I can just promise to love you.”

“But that’s just it. No matter how many times you say that, it won’t change reality. I don’t know how to have faith in love. Yours or mine. We can’t build a future on that.”

Luna pulled Angie’s hand to her chest. “Can we build it on the fact that my heart stops beating just a little every time I see you? Or that it breaks every time I think about how much my mom would have loved you and then I realize she’ll never have the chance to even meet you? How about the fact that Oliver makes me want to be a better person so I can be the kind of example he deserves? Or that I don’t want to commit horrible acts of violence when you take control of my remote?” Luna brushed her lips against Angie’s. “What about the part where you’re the person I want to fall asleep and wake up next to? And I can’t promise forever, but that’s what I want. That’s how it feels to me. Please, Angie, we deserve the chance to find out how far we can go.”

Luna’s plea was impassioned and Angie agreed with every point. She felt the same way, wanted the same things, but she was too afraid to grab it.

“I can’t.” Angie stopped trying to not cry. It was too late for that. “Everything you said sounds beautiful, but it’s impossible. I don’t trust love. People say
I do
and a few years later say
I don’t
.”